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Alessa Gillespie ([personal profile] mother_of_god) wrote2008-06-13 03:37 pm
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Central Silent Hill (Foggy Side)

[Tasks:
-Monster fighting! There are skinless dogs, pterodactyl things, and apelike dudes in abundance, and all sorts of stores to explore/loot.
-NPCs! If you want to talk to one, let me know. There's a policewoman around, though she doesn't know what the fuck, and a crazy woman who may know what the fuck, but hell if anyone can tell!
-Subplot! There's a police station with notes about the local drug trade. [I'll paste 'em in if your character wants to read them.] Also, ammo.]

Empty stores stretch for blocks, the fog and snow the only patrons. Whatever happened to all the people here, it looks like most of them had time to close up shop before diasppearing- gates are down, doors locked. Wide chasms cut through some of the streets, impossibly deep gouges in the earth. The city is dead.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Several doors are jammed and refuse to open to any force.

However, one leading to a back office opens for them easily enough. There are a few desks with scattered files, cabinets full of cases, and a blackboard with writing. A handgun lies on top of one file, still loaded.

Like everywhere else in town, there's not much sign of any chaos. It just looks like everyone put everything down and walked away.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that kind of freaks me out too," she says, cautiously peering around corners.

All the doors are locked, except for one, and Angela pushes it open.

"Huh. That's weird," she says. She spies the handgun on top of the file cabinet and checks it.

"They left it loaded. That's just...not right," she murmurs. Her eyes go to the blackboard, scanning the contents.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
On the board:

Product only available in select areas of Silent Hill.
Raw material is White Claudia, a plant peculiar to the region.
Manufactured here?
Dealer=Manufacturer?

[identity profile] transbender.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe we should take that chainsaw to some of those locked doors." Thomas checks the drawers and such. Drug, hmm? Might be nice to score some of it.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Not much in the drawers- the usual office equipment, mostly, and a box of ammunition.

There's a note inside one:
Coroner Seals called. Officer Gucci unlikely to be murdered. He apparently died naturally. But medical records show Officer Gucci had no prior symptoms of heart disease.

[identity profile] transbender.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey baby, you might need these." And he tosses her the bullets.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela grins up. "Point out the ones you think would be useful."

She looks at the board again, thoughtfully. "I wonder if that drug is what happened to this place. I know I've never heard of White Claudia."

Though she's also never been to Kansas, either. Who knew what sorts of plants they had here?

She caught the bullets as he tossed them to her. "Thanks."

Edited 2008-07-07 15:13 (UTC)

[identity profile] transbender.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know Black Mariah..." He shrugs, peering around. "Well, did you see any signs for Property Room?"

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-07-07 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it pointed this way, but we either haven't gotten to it yet, or it's been locked."